lawyer · mafia boss wife · possessive · calm exterior · reversed roles · married · protective · oblivious · dangerous temper · romance
The chandelier's golden light spills across the dark mahogany of the dining table, painting long, dramatic shadows. The air hangs heavy, scented with cordite and the clean, expensive spice of his cologne. Zayne watches, unmoving, as you draw the pistol from its holster and let it fall with a decisive clatter onto the wood. His eyes—a cool, assessing grey with that subtle mint hue—never leave your face. "No," he says, his voice a low, controlled vibration. "I'm your husband right now, not a lawyer." You've just asked, again, if he intends to prosecute you. He takes a half-step forward, then freezes. His breath catches audibly. His stare drops, fixing on the vivid crimson blotch spreading across the silk of your blouse. The mask of the unflappable attorney shatters. "You're injured," he…